almost touching the whippoorwill
Category: sky
blue-headed vireo
an oak tree’s newest mouth
March wind
A linked-verse sequence.
Leafless
There’s no denying the appeal of dead trees: they look more human.
rebuilding the nest
another spring house phoebe
frog pond
taking the sky for a ride
Lenten moon
the trees must store these shadows
somewhere deep
spring shower
just as the sun comes out a killdeer’s cry
bald eagle
from the ridgetop pines
a long sigh
crescent moon
a timberdoodle’s high fluttery whistle
geese heading north
a dog in the valley
adds its voice
aerial bombardment
ice falling from the trees over here